Psalmorum 142

1 Intellectus David, cum esset in spelunca, oratio. Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi, voce mea ad Dominum deprecatus sum.

A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.

2 Effundo in conspectu ejus orationem meam, et tribulationem meam ante ipsum pronuntio:

I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him.

3 in deficiendo ex me spiritum meum, et tu cognovisti semitas meas. In via hac qua ambulabam absconderunt laqueum mihi.

Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.

4 Considerabam ad dexteram, et videbam, et non erat qui cognosceret me: periit fuga a me, et non est qui requirat animam meam.

Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul.

5 Clamavi ad te, Domine; dixi: Tu es spes mea, portio mea in terra viventium.

I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

6 Intende ad deprecationem meam, quia humiliatus sum nimis. Libera me a persequentibus me, quia confortati sunt super me.

Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.

7 Educ de custodia animam meam ad confitendum nomini tuo; me exspectant justi donec retribuas mihi.

Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.